In Between // OBX (K.C)

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They finally pulled up to JJ's cousins house.

"Ricky!" JJ shouted as they all rushed out of the car, Brenna and Kiara basically carrying all of Pope's weight towards the door JJ was knocking on, shouting through the door at his cousin.

Brenna looked up and watched the door close.

"No!" she shouted.

"Please! We need help," Sarah shouted now standing beside JJ, both blondes banging on the door.

After a few more seconds of shouting and begging for help Ricky opened the door.

"Who can't breath?"

"Look at him! Help my friend!" JJ pointed at Pope, who was now basically being carried by Kiara, Brenna and John B, right in front of the glass door.

Ricky let out a sigh and opened the door, Sarah the first one of the group through the door.

"Hey! Nice to meet you, sorry," Sarah rushed to clear off a table as the others helped Pope in.

"You know, I wouldn't come to you if it wasn't an emergency," JJ explained as they laid Pope on the table.

"What's wrong with him?" Ricky asked.

"Wasps, he was stung by wasps," Brenna rushed out the words as she check his wrist for his heartbeat again.

"Wasps?" Ricky looked up at Brenna.

"Yes!"

"Is he allergic to wasps?"

"Clearly!" Kiara gestured to boy on the table.

"What's his name?" Ricky asked.

"Pope," Sarah and Brenna answered.

"Hey, Pope?" Ricky used a calm tone when he spoke.

"Hang tight, I gotta get my kit," Ricky walked away.

"Hang tight? Ricky!" JJ was growing impatient.

"He's looking for a kit. Go help," John B patted JJ on the shoulder.

"I need you to focus. Focus on your breathing, okay?" Kiara spoke to Pope, her voice shakey. Brenna stood beside her, her fingers playing with the gold necklace on her neck, watching Ricky run back through the room.

"Where's your kit?" Kiara shouted getting impatient.

A few seconds later Ricky came back with the kit, setting it down on the table.

"What do we do now?" Brenna asked watching him.

"You don't do anything cause you're not a paramedic," Ricky dug through his bag.

Brenna took a step back from the table, an extremely worked up and scared Kiara standing next to her.

"Okay. Hey, Pope. How you doing, man? You look like shit," Ricky filled up a syringe with some sort of liquid.